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Whoosh goes the full moon!
It’s like sitting by a railroad track at nighttime out somewhere in the nowhere. Silence. Not even a wolf howling in the distance.
And suddently there’s this screaming monster of an express train passing. The noise, the wind, you see people in the compartments clinking champaign glasses …
And next moment it’s gone. Whoosh!
Have a good time here, lil’.
wind, rain
Some nervous wind and rain drives outsides. I’ll cover it under my blanket’s darkness and kiss nothing but your nose there.
Good night lily, dear.
almost May
She, more precise it, sings in my yard. It’s so beautiful. Almost Charlie Parker. A blackbird.
Isn’t it strange that this dunno 25 cm piece of a bird creates such beauty? What’s the stunning drive behind it, the force which - as a side product, as an unintended environmental stress - puts such a wonderful timbre on the canvas of this almost May-eve’? Can you tell, lily dear?
lily cherry
Hey cherry-lil’! I still like you very much. All my poetry though goes into the wiki-net (as usual) which is mostly to finally comfort you (hopefully) in the end. Ftw.
Sleep all deeply fluo’, dear lil’.
sheep, lovely
I’m playing my shepherd’s flute and I’m driving my sheep over the plains of your lovely HOC.
Sleep tight, dear lil’.
letters önly
It’s certainly to prove, just another love letter to check the system. And it’s certainly to wish you a good night. It consists of letters önly. 
This is a love letter Fullstop Not a fencepost Fullstop
It explicitly does n o t mention how every time you or someone else posts a new foto with you on it I (exaggerating) lean back trying to breath normally for a minute or two (exaggerating) in order to regain continuance. Not even with a single word does this love letter mention it.
butterfly
A spring day. You wear your green dress and sit down somewhere. A butterfly sits on your knee. The moment you look and realize about its salvia leave shaped wings it flies off.
Have a good night, lil’.
nitrogen
[de] Versteckt in einer vorbeiwehenden und gewiss unsichtbaren, winzigen Stickstoffwolke von -200 °C komme ich über dein süsses Bauchlein und küsse es zärtlich für eine Sekunde heut Nacht, ok?
[en] Disguised in a waving by and certainly invisible tiny nitrogen cloud of -200 °C I’ll come over your sweet belly and tenderly kiss it for a second tonight, ok?
the other bananas
That was nice lily dear, thank you. I lost track recently, forgive me please.
Unfortunately the circumstances allow for poetry in wiki-hive structure only currently. The other bananas hang too high.
I wish you full moon easter dreams with bunnies big as bushes in it.
data overfluo’
And all the involved gabbiani and ravens and mice go “Whooo, yes please!”.
data overfluo’ …
acoustic
The craws go ape somewhere in my backyard. I can’t see them, just hear them through my open window. Equally ugly-voiced inverted Berlin gabbiani they are.
Sunday coming up, a church bell in the distance. Voices, kids, birds. Spring is acoustic.
I think Мышка is sensing the other mice waking up from the winter sleep in their holes nearby. I can’t tell. He thinks in Russian.
Sleep tight lily dear.
somewhere out there
From the edge of the outer ring of Saturn - it’s a bit chilly up here but there’s a darkish violet fluorescence all over and probably it’s that what I ended up for here - from this very edge I wish you a good night, lily dear.
Let’s say you have two atoms of whatever (stable) element somewhere out there in the vast space of the universe and I have one. Would they make a triangle?
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